While his companions explore the building's exterior and interior, Egret philosophically positions himself outside, sitting down on a random boulder and idly observing the surrounding marsh. He doesn't want to crowd already tight space in the tower's passegeway, and is content to listen Shump and Haelga's discussion from out there.
"A minute, my friend," when Brindel approaches the doorway again Egret gestures for his friend, indicating his desire to talk. Once the dwarf gets closer, he lowers his voice to a murmur.
"The words this lady spoke were High Old Fae," he states without any preamble, gaze still fixed on the terrain with a thoughtful frown.
"It is the language used by Arche Fae, beings notorious for making contracts that ruin lives and causing their enemies to disappear forever. It is said that making a beneficial deal with them is a legendary occurence, and even other Fae dislike their agents."
He finally looks up at Brindel.
"I am truly glad that you negotiated the details of this job, since Fae contracts bind them as much as they do us. But I believe we might need to prepare for her to double-cross the group either way the moment she no longer considers us useful." He pauses in hesitation.
"Do you think we need to warn Shump and Haelga, or am I just being paranoid? If what we are about to deal with on her behest is another Fae..."
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